"Clearance for cell 24, detention sector 6-D confirmed. Proceed," the robotic voice echoed through the speaker as the door slid open with a quiet steamy hiss. The narrow passage had no sights except for rows of similar doors with numbers on each side. Footsteps echoed through the corridor, but the visitor knew that they couldn't be heard in any of the cells. The noise protection was perfect. Eventually, the visitor found the right door and approached the retinal scanner.
"Identity confirmed, access granted," the robotic voice replied, and the lock disengaged with a clank, making it possible to open the door from the outside. The visitor already knew what would be inside: a small cell, with just enough room for a simple bed, a toilet bowl, and some space to stretch the legs.
The only unknown part in the equation was the inhabitant. They all reacted differently to such visits, so the standard procedure was to cuff their arms and their legs before the meeting. The visitor opened the door and stepped in, standing by the entrance and looking at the inmate silently.
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